Soren Valentine


Soren Valentine Poems

41. Confusion 10/4/2012
42. The Tree In The Field 10/20/2012
43. The Unraveling 10/31/2012
44. Glorious Panacea 10/31/2012
45. Is This Regret? 11/2/2012
46. The Rush Of A Lie 11/9/2012
47. The Ocean's Our Sanctuary 11/12/2012
48. The Raven's Feather 11/12/2012
49. The Grey Mist Of A Healing Frost 11/27/2012
50. A Second Salem 11/27/2012
51. A Scarecrow's Puppet 11/27/2012
52. Light Show Over The Lake; Part I 11/29/2012
53. Light Show Over The Lake; Part Ii 11/29/2012
54. The Lonely Thespian 12/5/2012
55. Fireflies 12/10/2012
56. Whisper Of The Dismembered 12/10/2012
57. Dreamfall 12/10/2012
58. The Hearer Who Wasn'T Heard 12/13/2012
59. Break The Fall 12/14/2012
60. The Grey Hall 12/18/2012
61. Seeking With The Desire To Die 12/30/2012
62. The Workings Of An Idi*t 12/31/2012
63. Verdant Blade - A Haiku 2/26/2013
64. Arielle's Awakening 4/4/2013
65. Passively Tearing Me Asunder 4/25/2013
66. Cambre And Arielle (From Waking To Repose) 4/11/2013
67. La Moribunda (The Withered One) 11/27/2013
68. Artlessly Deceptive 1/1/2013
69. Enigma 8/6/2012
70. Autumnal Love 8/8/2012
71. Ennui And Fright 7/30/2012
72. Raining Moonlight 7/1/2012
73. Too Bad, It's Just An Illusion 7/1/2012
74. Sweet Sorrow 8/10/2012
75. Double-Edged Sword 7/1/2012
76. On The Syren-Shore 7/1/2012
77. October's Red Leaf 1/1/2013
78. The Ripping Skies 11/27/2012
79. Autumn's Grief 1/28/2013
80. An Old Tree 9/6/2012

Comments about Soren Valentine

  • Aria Siren Aria Siren (2/12/2013 9:24:00 AM)

    Soren is one of my favourite poets and is absoultely one to follow. His style is very unique to him as a writer-his descriptions and metaphors are the most carefully painted works of art. His pieces are very capable of evoking deep emotions from any reader. His work can also be very unexpected, starting off one way and twisting and turning as they lead you somewhere completely different. That's one of my favourite things about his work, it never fails to surprise you. Always impressive. I believe he has unlimited potential as a writer and as an artist.
    As a friend, he is very supportive and gives excellent feedback and suggestions.

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  • Alla Simone (11/5/2012 12:16:00 AM)

    Jacobs writing simply takes your breath away. It is truly stunning. Deserving of a moment of silence are the images he captures and the emotions he evokes. If you have not yet experienced his writing, you are not yet fully alive. In one word: electrifying. His poems seem to have a splendid purpose. You will soar to the heights of his expertly expressed feelings and plunge to the depths. He produces thrilling work that is always an exciting ride. Rarely gentle though, because that tends to read as boring. Happy reading!

  • Alla Simone (11/5/2012 12:15:00 AM)

    Jacobs writing simply takes your breath away. It is truly stunning. Deserving of a moment of silence are the images he captures and the emotions he evokes. If you have not yet experienced his writing, you are not yet fully alive. In one word: electrifying. His poems seem to have a splendid purpose. You will soar to the heights of his expertly expressed feelings and plunge to the depths. He produces thrilling work that is always an exciting ride. Rarely gentle though, because that tends to read as boring. Happy reading!

Best Poem of Soren Valentine

An Old Tree

An old tree stands by the edge of a cliff,
awaiting, awaiting the waters to lift.
The waves he cherishes like God's gift,
but through weeds and mountains he must first sift.

Lonely, pleading like a beggar,
he looks to the sea and wishes to tell her
to raise her waters with a good will,
so he could stand alone in the Home of Thrill.

An old tree stands alone on a hill,
forsaken and abandoned, he slowly dies,
as he watches the world's ages fall into a ghyll,
he sets his heart to where the sea-nymph cries.

In mimicry of the sea-nymph's tears, ...

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Inverted Reflections

A single autumn leaf blows, leading me like a beatific fool upon the path of the Forgotten Ones.
I mutter prayers for eternal slumber as I mindlessly wander about the decaying road, led by this pale light.
I reach the Gate of Emptiness and Desertion, and as I pass through, a Forest of Fluorescent White Trees assaults me with painful memories of my thralldom unto the crestfallen spirit that has oft been led to misery.

I have been filled with nothingness; The Man That Never Was.

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